Woodhaven Blvd
Uh, pop my shit Uh,
Pop my shit like Uh,
Pop my shit you can't com. Uh,
Pop my shit you can't compare
PMD keeping dead opps in the air
Get off the line at Woodhaven
Finna slide to the town I ain't got no fears (Aye)
You can get shot like a deer, fuckin round like we won't damage your ear nigga
I'll catch a pussy nigga down bad, buss at that nigga now he's spilling his beer
Pulled up with two chops, shit is not fair
Only thing that was left was the smoke in the air
I was looking for him, so I looked in the mirror
Went out sad bout' a bitch, then I looked he wasn't there (Fuck)
(Yeah, yeah) he wasn't there no more
Had to get slime get back on my time now I'm ready to bust any cantaloupe
Oh, you be scamming bro?
I'm tryna see what it's hitting for
Everything you post so motherfucking cap, I swear to God that shit pitiful
One time hot on the Ave
Remember one time I punched a nigga two times
Remember three times niggas had to pull a rebound
Went against four niggas and they got a beatdown
Boy why you cap? You just tryna be down
You a bitch boy I can see now,
Pfft...
Yeen got the heart boy put the G down
You don't want the smoke boy you know you got asthma
And I'm sliding with Trench Lyfe put him on a plasma
In 2022 everybody turned rapper
Talking hot on the mic but he play for the lackers
In the field with a G on my back like a Packer
Uh uh, Trench Lyfe going for nothing
Heat up the stove and I got this bitch jumping
I could fix anything, Doc McStuffins
I'm on the boulevard
Talking Woodhaven, he tryna slide then I promise ain't no saving him
Wrong move I put this chop to your cranium
Locked in with a white nigga think he Ukrainian (Damn)
Really I think he be Russian
Run through bitches like shoes, I really be lusting
Know one bitch stink man she smell like the Hudson
Thought she was boujee but that bitch be bussin (Fuck)
(Yeah, yeah) he wasn't there no more
Had to get slime get back on my time now I'm ready to bust any cantaloupe
Oh, you be scamming bro?
I'm tryna see what it's hitting for
Everything you post so motherfucking cap, I swear to God that shit pitiful
One time hot on the Ave
Remember one time I punched a n**** two times
Remember three times n***** had to pull a rebound
Went against four n***** then they got a beatdown
Boy why you cap you just tryna be down
You a bitch boy I can see now
Pfft...
Yeen got the heart boy put the G down
Pop my shit like Uh,
Pop my shit you can't com. Uh,
Pop my shit you can't compare
PMD keeping dead opps in the air
Get off the line at Woodhaven
Finna slide to the town I ain't got no fears (Aye)
You can get shot like a deer, fuckin round like we won't damage your ear nigga
I'll catch a pussy nigga down bad, buss at that nigga now he's spilling his beer
Pulled up with two chops, shit is not fair
Only thing that was left was the smoke in the air
I was looking for him, so I looked in the mirror
Went out sad bout' a bitch, then I looked he wasn't there (Fuck)
(Yeah, yeah) he wasn't there no more
Had to get slime get back on my time now I'm ready to bust any cantaloupe
Oh, you be scamming bro?
I'm tryna see what it's hitting for
Everything you post so motherfucking cap, I swear to God that shit pitiful
One time hot on the Ave
Remember one time I punched a nigga two times
Remember three times niggas had to pull a rebound
Went against four niggas and they got a beatdown
Boy why you cap? You just tryna be down
You a bitch boy I can see now,
Pfft...
Yeen got the heart boy put the G down
You don't want the smoke boy you know you got asthma
And I'm sliding with Trench Lyfe put him on a plasma
In 2022 everybody turned rapper
Talking hot on the mic but he play for the lackers
In the field with a G on my back like a Packer
Uh uh, Trench Lyfe going for nothing
Heat up the stove and I got this bitch jumping
I could fix anything, Doc McStuffins
I'm on the boulevard
Talking Woodhaven, he tryna slide then I promise ain't no saving him
Wrong move I put this chop to your cranium
Locked in with a white nigga think he Ukrainian (Damn)
Really I think he be Russian
Run through bitches like shoes, I really be lusting
Know one bitch stink man she smell like the Hudson
Thought she was boujee but that bitch be bussin (Fuck)
(Yeah, yeah) he wasn't there no more
Had to get slime get back on my time now I'm ready to bust any cantaloupe
Oh, you be scamming bro?
I'm tryna see what it's hitting for
Everything you post so motherfucking cap, I swear to God that shit pitiful
One time hot on the Ave
Remember one time I punched a n**** two times
Remember three times n***** had to pull a rebound
Went against four n***** then they got a beatdown
Boy why you cap you just tryna be down
You a bitch boy I can see now
Pfft...
Yeen got the heart boy put the G down
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